Lyrics:
8:05am. What are we gonna do next, mommy is gonna try heroin for the first time.
I don't know man, oh, and the other thing is that the toughest thing, too,
of things just things they don't
Have on the inside they had this
Spicy chicken sandwich
And the name of it was Big
Ass Chicken Sandwich that was the name
to keep it funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
Tumblin' Dice, my man Rash' on the remix tip
Uh, yeah, big shouts to the Uptown Crew
Ugh
To all the people
fun with me
Let’s go! Keep it low
She hit the floor (She hit the floor)
Next thing you know (Next thing you know)
Like ‘Low’ by Flo (Flo)
One, two,
is sex
I been balling now I made a mess
Stress free
Big dog don't even test me
Get lost for it gets messy
My moves right now for next week
Not flexing
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
the next X behind my name
'Cause big speech mouth sweet big promises a make
And all now mi no see weh poor people a get
A pure blood and tears and whole
day by day
We will win all the mental games
Get ride of all the shame you carry
Start a fresh day
We are going big or go home
Going home is not
night I'd have em snoozing
You pull up to my shows. By night I'd have you losing
See me my big bag
Big racks
I know you big mad
You think you a player
I
tell you right now
Golden Black up next
Crunches for 6 years
Now I'm walking on my own
All I have to say
I was never fooled by these hoes
All bout my
The walking dead and the well-read
All have a stake in the model and the make
Of the latest star attractions
Can you tell us who's the next big thing
other Audi my bitch got me
I hop out with my wrist rocky
First thing they think is
"This nigga cocky"
What they never think is
"This nigga got it"
Next
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I
she wouldn't be
With anyone for a while
But next thing you know
She's playing with fire
I saw it with my eyes
This isn't a lie
Then I sat by myself
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
little by little getting closer to
The top of yo dome home rap king throne
You can't stop me I got big bones in this
Game you gotta suffer before you pop
fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know he packing
So then I asked him
What's this white shit on that plate
to keep it funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
Tumblin' Dice, my man Rash' on the remix tip
Uh, yeah, big shouts to the Uptown Crew
Ugh
To all the people
Throw a big party throw it with Molly
Throw the whole thing on
A mother fucking trolley
Guest list is endless top shelf is reckless
Can’t party like
before this began
He used to try to talk to this girl named Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big truck jewelry and extensions in her
I wanna be the new addiction
The new virus flying by
You won't stop me on my mission
If you try then you will die
Crazier than science fiction
You
ay)
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my finger
Big batty gyal, locked Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
Back your
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